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I
listened
to
this
discourse
with
the
extremest
agony
.
I
,
not
in
deed
,
but
in
effect
,
was
the
true
murderer
.
Elizabeth
read
my
anguish
in
my
countenance
,
and
kindly
taking
my
hand
,
said
,
"
My
dearest
friend
,
you
must
calm
yourself
.
These
events
have
affected
me
,
God
knows
how
deeply
;
but
I
am
not
so
wretched
as
you
are
.
There
is
an
expression
of
despair
,
and
sometimes
of
revenge
,
in
your
countenance
that
makes
me
tremble
.
Dear
Victor
,
banish
these
dark
passions
.
Remember
the
friends
around
you
,
who
centre
all
their
hopes
in
you
.
Have
we
lost
the
power
of
rendering
you
happy
?
Ah
!
While
we
love
,
while
we
are
true
to
each
other
,
here
in
this
land
of
peace
and
beauty
,
your
native
country
,
we
may
reap
every
tranquil
blessing
--
what
can
disturb
our
peace
?
"
And
could
not
such
words
from
her
whom
I
fondly
prized
before
every
other
gift
of
fortune
suffice
to
chase
away
the
fiend
that
lurked
in
my
heart
?
Even
as
she
spoke
I
drew
near
to
her
,
as
if
in
terror
,
lest
at
that
very
moment
the
destroyer
had
been
near
to
rob
me
of
her
.
Thus
not
the
tenderness
of
friendship
,
nor
the
beauty
of
earth
,
nor
of
heaven
,
could
redeem
my
soul
from
woe
;
the
very
accents
of
love
were
ineffectual
.
I
was
encompassed
by
a
cloud
which
no
beneficial
influence
could
penetrate
.
The
wounded
deer
dragging
its
fainting
limbs
to
some
untrodden
brake
,
there
to
gaze
upon
the
arrow
which
had
pierced
it
,
and
to
die
,
was
but
a
type
of
me
.
Sometimes
I
could
cope
with
the
sullen
despair
that
overwhelmed
me
,
but
sometimes
the
whirlwind
passions
of
my
soul
drove
me
to
seek
,
by
bodily
exercise
and
by
change
of
place
,
some
relief
from
my
intolerable
sensations
.
It
was
during
an
access
of
this
kind
that
I
suddenly
left
my
home
,
and
bending
my
steps
towards
the
near
Alpine
valleys
,
sought
in
the
magnificence
,
the
eternity
of
such
scenes
,
to
forget
myself
and
my
ephemeral
,
because
human
,
sorrows
.
My
wanderings
were
directed
towards
the
valley
of
Chamounix
.
I
had
visited
it
frequently
during
my
boyhood
.
Six
years
had
passed
since
then
:
I
was
a
wreck
,
but
nought
had
changed
in
those
savage
and
enduring
scenes
.
I
performed
the
first
part
of
my
journey
on
horseback
.
I
afterwards
hired
a
mule
,
as
the
more
sure-footed
and
least
liable
to
receive
injury
on
these
rugged
roads
.
The
weather
was
fine
;
it
was
about
the
middle
of
the
month
of
August
,
nearly
two
months
after
the
death
of
Justine
,
that
miserable
epoch
from
which
I
dated
all
my
woe
.
The
weight
upon
my
spirit
was
sensibly
lightened
as
I
plunged
yet
deeper
in
the
ravine
of
Arve
.
The
immense
mountains
and
precipices
that
overhung
me
on
every
side
,
the
sound
of
the
river
raging
among
the
rocks
,
and
the
dashing
of
the
waterfalls
around
spoke
of
a
power
mighty
as
Omnipotence
--
and
I
ceased
to
fear
or
to
bend
before
any
being
less
almighty
than
that
which
had
created
and
ruled
the
elements
,
here
displayed
in
their
most
terrific
guise
.
Still
,
as
I
ascended
higher
,
the
valley
assumed
a
more
magnificent
and
astonishing
character
.
Ruined
castles
hanging
on
the
precipices
of
piny
mountains
,
the
impetuous
Arve
,
and
cottages
every
here
and
there
peeping
forth
from
among
the
trees
formed
a
scene
of
singular
beauty
.
But
it
was
augmented
and
rendered
sublime
by
the
mighty
Alps
,
whose
white
and
shining
pyramids
and
domes
towered
above
all
,
as
belonging
to
another
earth
,
the
habitations
of
another
race
of
beings
.
I
passed
the
bridge
of
Pelissier
,
where
the
ravine
,
which
the
river
forms
,
opened
before
me
,
and
I
began
to
ascend
the
mountain
that
overhangs
it
.
Soon
after
,
I
entered
the
valley
of
Chamounix
.
This
valley
is
more
wonderful
and
sublime
,
but
not
so
beautiful
and
picturesque
as
that
of
Servox
,
through
which
I
had
just
passed
.
The
high
and
snowy
mountains
were
its
immediate
boundaries
,
but
I
saw
no
more
ruined
castles
and
fertile
fields
.
Immense
glaciers
approached
the
road
;
I
heard
the
rumbling
thunder
of
the
falling
avalanche
and
marked
the
smoke
of
its
passage
.
Mont
Blanc
,
the
supreme
and
magnificent
Mont
Blanc
,
raised
itself
from
the
surrounding
aiguilles
,
and
its
tremendous
dome
overlooked
the
valley
.
A
tingling
long-lost
sense
of
pleasure
often
came
across
me
during
this
journey
.
Some
turn
in
the
road
,
some
new
object
suddenly
perceived
and
recognized
,
reminded
me
of
days
gone
by
,
and
were
associated
with
the
lighthearted
gaiety
of
boyhood
.
The
very
winds
whispered
in
soothing
accents
,
and
maternal
Nature
bade
me
weep
no
more
.
Then
again
the
kindly
influence
ceased
to
act
--
I
found
myself
fettered
again
to
grief
and
indulging
in
all
the
misery
of
reflection
.
Then
I
spurred
on
my
animal
,
striving
so
to
forget
the
world
,
my
fears
,
and
more
than
all
,
myself
--
or
,
in
a
more
desperate
fashion
,
I
alighted
and
threw
myself
on
the
grass
,
weighed
down
by
horror
and
despair
.
